Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.